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There's something sexy about the rain
She said as it came pouring down
It feels like kisses on my skin
She spread her arms and spun around…
She taught me how and showed me why

We were barely seventeen and in love. In love with life, with each other, the world. Our time was spent with each other every moment we could spare from our job. We worked as Pony Express riders for the Russell, Majors and Waddell freight company, so moments together were precious and few.

One of my fondest memories is of a summer storm. We had been sent on a special run to Fort Casper with a missive for the Army commander stationed there. We were caught in a storm that blew in over the Laramie Mountain Range without warning on the way back.

As the rain started pouring down, Lou started to laugh. I thought it odd that she found getting soaked to the bone so amusing. I had to laugh myself when she told me, “It feels like kisses on my skin,” and when she spread her arms out wide and spun around, she called me to dismount and try it with her.

I have to admit that I felt foolish, standing in the middle of a storm with my arms spread out wide, spinning around and around, but I did as she asked. Her laughter was infectious and we laughed like we were children. Though I’d never admit it to anyone, not even her, I understood her fascination of dancing in the rain that day.

There's something sexy about the rain
And sometimes it rained all night
And everything she did was perfect
And every way we were was right
We loved like there was no tomorrow
Then suddenly tomorrow came

As the rain began to abate, we stood looking at each other, soaked from the down pour, clothing plastered to our bodies, hiding nothing from view. We searched for shelter and finally found an outcrop of rocks that afforded us a dry place to rest for the night.

Our wet clothing lay on a rock drying as we sat huddled in our blankets near a small fire that wasn’t putting out much warmth. As I sat watching her, I was overwhelmed by the feelings she invoked in me. Never before, had I felt so much love for another human being and it scared me. That is, until she looked up with those big brown eyes of hers and smiled.

I leaned over and kissed her softly, unable to stop myself. When she didn’t protest, my lips probed hers more passionately. Soon she scooted closer to where I sat and I opened my blanket to wrap her in my arms.

Our embraces became more urgent until we could not stop. Not that either of us wanted to at that point. I’ve never known love with a woman like I did with her that night. Everything Lou did was right. We were so perfect together and spent the night exploring our newfound love.

In the morning light, we saddled up our horses once more and headed back home. I would have preferred that the night never end, but as with all good things, it did.

She only loved me for a season
But my heart won't ever be the same
Even now her love's the reason

There's something sexy about the rain
And sometimes when it's pouring down
I feel her kisses on my skin
I spread my arms and spin around…
It's like she's right here whispering
There's something sexy about the rain

I had really thought that we had a future together, but time would tell a different story. As our job came to an end, her brother and sister needed her and she told me that she had to go to them and it wasn’t right to burden me with a ready made family when neither of us had much money or a job.

In a picture in my mind
She's still young and she's still pretty
And even after all this time

She taught me how and she's still why
There's something sexy about the rain
Something sexy about the rain
Feels like kisses on my skin

As I sit, watching a summer storm rolling across the plains, I am reminded once more of that day, when I went dancing in the rain with my first real love. In my mind, she is still as young and pretty, laughing as she twirled, being kissed by the rain.

I’ve never forgotten that moment and often I’ve wondered whatever became of Lou during all the years that have past. I wonder if she ever thinks of me and dancing in the rain…

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